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Of course. Of course it is. Legally I am married to the man who courted me, not the man who has slept beside me. Symbolically I have spent three years in a house with both husband and imposter, watched over by a woman who believed her need for control outweighed my right to reality.
Something in me goes very still then, the way the center of a storm is still.
I am done shaking.
“Here is what’s going to happen,” I say.
I do not look back after the hotel vanishes behind the bend of the coastal road. The Gulf Shores night slides past the …
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When I was ten years old, I once cried and begged my mother and grandmother to go next door and formally ask for the ne…
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When I told my mother I had finally bought a house—after ten long years of saving every spare dollar—she grabbed a fist…
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At Mom’s birthday dinner, my brother calmly declared, “Your empty house is sold. Someone had to pay your debts.” The fa…
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